DISCLAIMAGE ; ALL KINGDOM HEARTS ST00F DOES NOT BELONG TO ME SILVER MOON DROPLET I DO HOWEVER OWN THE PHRASE SEX GOD WHEN REFERRING TO AXEL. & THIS PLOT.She sat in the rain, just by the boardwalk – just sitting as the cold rain hit her white raincoat. Her blonde hair was soak, her blue eyes wide and red, and nobody could see her crying. The water soak her white dress and anyone could see her pale porcelain like legs. So fragile, just like her heart, it was broken, so broken. She was drifting away, crying in a thunderstorm – her sobs in the air. Her chest ached and she wished she didn't have a heart, so maybe it wouldn't hurt as much. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to drift into nothing-ness, perhaps it could be even be pleasant. She do anything to make the pain stop – anything. She wailed once more, the clash of thunder blocked it out – silence filled the stormy night. She sniveled, and forced her self to stand up, her parents must be worried sick. She should go home, maybe if she was lucky the lighting would strike her.
She walked, wet and cold through the storm – lusting for lightning, whispering to the skies to just strike her once. Then perhaps Riku would feel horrible, she could see it, he and her friends hovering together at a funeral whilst they all cried for a lost. Riku would feel so horrible, he would blame himself and forever sulk about it. It would serve him right, breaking her heart the way he did – stupid alluring eyes, she wailed once more. She was shaking so hard that she had to stop walking, thinking about him made her chest ache. He made her hurt, he promised – and promised, that he would never hurt her, ever. But here she was, being hurt and stabbed by him and he wasn't even there.
The car went by splashing her with more water, she screamed at it, nothing special – she just opened her mouth and screeched. It was inhuman, and the driver stopped. Oh god, the blonde thought to herself, this couldn't be happening. It wasn't like Naminé to yell at random cars, she didn't like conflict – she didn't do it well. The driver of the car got out, with a bad case of road rage. She was a woman, with blonde hair like Naminé's she had an anger that Naminé lacked.
"Larxene – please, let's just go."
"SHUT UP DEMYX."
And he did.
Naminé wondered what she should do, Larxene was coming straight for her, should she run? She imagined that the older woman was faster than her, so Naminé did all she knew – she waited. As the angry woman came near, Naminé noticed the bug-likeness of her hair. The way her dark cloak didn't move at all, and how she seemed – to float as she walked. The sadistic look in her eyes, and Naminé was scared – Larxene stopped right in front of her.
"What'd you say bitch?" Naminé flinched, she had only seen that word on the bathroom stall – it was because she was dating Riku. Larxene was impatient, a smirked on her lips. "Are you retarded?"
"No." Naminé squeaked.
"You're obviously not deaf." Larxene observed.
"Can you hit me with your car?" Naminé blurted out, when it came down to she didn't know why, but this woman seemed to be the one. That one person who would take on the burden of killing her without regret, Larxene grinned. Then, she laughed – her laughter filled the air, musically. Demyx peaked his head out to see what was so funny, and Larxene just shook her head.
"The doll wants to die," she snickered.
Demyx sighed, getting back into the car. Naminé looked at Larxene confused, doll? She hardly knew her. "Listen doll, and listen well." Larxene grabbed a stand of her hair and pulled. Her blue eyes grew wide, and her face paled – who was this woman? "You have one chance – at this heart, I suggest you use it, before I steal it away from you." A shock went through her, and she shrieked, Larxene laughed – sadistically, the power she still had over the doll, amused her. She let go of Naminé's hair, and walked off towards the car. Naminé just watched as the car drove off, become nothing more than a forgotten memory. She stood there in the middle street, no longer lusting for lighting. She walked home, trapped in a non-occurring memory.
"Porcelain is pretty, a pity it's easily broken."
She sees white, and hears Larxene's whispering in the night, and she remembers what she forgot. She forgets what she remembers, her mind going in circles until she can't think anymore. A different world, they were connected – but now, just like her heart they were broken. With each breath she takes, she wonders was it real? It's white and it's plastic, she's already broken, she was a bad toy. She was always breaking – she closes her eyes, it couldn't be real. No, just a occurring memory, she forgets and she moves on.
a/n: confusing I know – Larxene/Namie hinted? Did you get that?
